User blog comment:Corbus/A New Home/@comment-25220117-20110921184858

'' 'Cross frozen sea and ruined dale,

Comes dead creature, eyes cold as pebble or stone.

Far and wide, through snow and gale,

All merchant fine and traveler lone,

Run, from rotted mast and sail,

Go, away, I say,

Here, `tis but a fool's job to stay,

For along comes Gen'ral Winter, dark and gray''